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Like the gun inside my mouth.
Contributed by
KarinaGutierrez121
on
Saturday, 5th December 2009 @ 05:20:07 PM in AEST
Topic:
SadPoetry
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It's like the gun inside my mouth,
I know it's wrong.But,I just can't find the strength to take it out.
There's blood on my hands,
and bruises on my arms.Everythings wrong,
but no one knows but me.It's things
like this that keep me up at night.
Nightmares instead of dreams.
Hope was something I'll never get the chance to see.
My conscience begs and pleads..the next thing I know it
I'm praying on my knees helplessly.
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KarinaGutierrez121
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2009-12-05 17:20:07]
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Re: Like the gun inside my mouth.
(User Rating: 1 )
by laststarontheleft on
Sunday, 6th December 2009 @ 03:56:03 PM AEST
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Dearest Karina, if only I could give
you a motherly hug right now. i'd do it in a heartbeat. my daughter has just turned 9 but
looks, sees, & understands just like you do, You are very deep, exceptionally clever, very kind, and have so much happiness& love to give, I reach out my hand to you if ever you need it x You are such an inspiration, and VERY special, don't EVER think otherwise x
luv Star x x x
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